Now, after I’ve done all this to help you,
you brute, you betray me and help yourself
to some new wife. And we have children!
If you’d had no children, I’d understand
why you’re so keen on marrying this girl.
And what about the promises you made?
I don’t know if you think the ancient gods
still govern or if new regulations
have recently been put in place for men,
but you must know you’ve broken faith with me.
By this right hand, which you have often held,
and by my knees, at which you’ve often begged,
it was all for nothing to be touched like that,
by such a worthless man. I’ve lost all hope.
But come now. I’ll sort things out with you,
as if you were a friend. I’ve no idea
what sort of kindness to expect from you.